Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Girl Scout Mom And Her Cookies (MF, cons)
Date: 13 Nov 1995 01:20:40 GMT

		    Girl Scout Mom And Her Cookies

	This is the time of year when the Girl Scouts have their
cookie drive, and my wife had ordered some (as usual - she's always
spending money on "worthy causes"). On Saturday, the wife and kids
went into town to do some shopping and she said they'd be gone 'till
after supper time, so I was on my own for the whole day! It's VERY
infrequent that I get a day to myself at home, and planned to use the
quiet to back up my hard disk and do some general clean-up around the
room that the computer is in.

	And so it went for about an hour, when I started off-loading
some GIF pictures. I didn't recognize the name of some of them, so
spent a few moments perusing the pictures of the naked ladies in all
their glory, doing what naked ladies do best!

	Then it occurred to me that I could pull out some video-tapes
of some hard-core porn flicks and watch them for awhile, since I was
alone. Usually, it's late at night when all the kids are in bed that I
get a chance to see them, and usually the wife gets bored and goes to
bed anyway, so I haven't watched them in a long time, and this seemed
like as good a time as any to let my mind wander off into fantasy
world. So I found where they were hidden and grabbed a cold beer on
the way to the VCR. I put in the tape and got it started, then built a
fire in the fireplace, thinking I'd cozy-up on the floor next to it
with an afghan and pillows and watch about six hours of fucking on
television.

	About ten minutes into the first movie, the doorbell rang.
Living in the country, about the only time we get anyone at our door
is the church groupies on Saturday afternoons, and they're usually
hard to get rid of, so I decided to leave the movie on with the sound
turned up. That should really piss 'em off... they'd be so
embarrassed, they'd leave in a HURRY!!

	So I unlocked the door and began opening it, listening in the
background to some loud moaning and groaning, with occasional dialog
such as "... FUCK me... OOOOHHHH YEEESSSSSSSS... " etc., etc., etc...

	However, to MY embarrassment, it wasn't the church people
after all! It was the mother of one of my daughter's friends,
delivering my wife's order of Girl Scout cookies! She had her arms
full, and since it was in the mid-thirties outside, I asked her to
come in and set the cookies down on the table near the front door.
Needless to say, when she realized what the sounds were that she was
hearing, she turned a deep shade of red!

	Then she asked what I was watching. I told her about how I
turned up the sound to piss off the church groupies that usually came
around on Saturday afternoons, and so forth. She thought that was as
funny as I thought it was gonna be.

	Then she asked which movie I was watching.

	When I told her, she said she hadn't seen that one herself.
Her husband usually rented porno-movies for "special" nights at her
house, when their daughter was staying over-night at a friends' house
(usually mine!).

	So, being neighborly, I asked her if she'd care to take a few
minutes out of her rounds to watch some of the movie. Her response was
that our cookies were the last to be delivered, she'd been on the
rounds for a couple of hours and was kinda worn out, cold, and was
ready to relax. She'd planned on going on home, of course, but, "...
why not?"

	Now, I didn't know her very well, had only met her on a couple
of occasions, usually in dropping off my daughter at her house, or she
dropping her daughter off at mine, and those were only for a few
minutes. She seemed like a nice enough lady, fer sure, but I'm usually
quiet, shy, reserved, and not much for small talk. I really didn't
expect her to say "yes" to my offer! Questions raced through my head
about what I'd tell my wife if they ever talked about how this lady
watched porno-movies at my house...

	She took off her coat and handed it to me, so I hung it in the
closet in the hallway near the door while she walked into the family
room where the movie was blasting away.

	When I got there, she was sitting on the edge of the couch,
elbows on her knees, hands cupping her chin... and the biggest shit-
eatin' grin on her face... and red as a beet! I turned down the
volume to a reasonable level and asked her if she wanted to join me in
a beer, or if she'd prefer a glass of white wine instead, or maybe a
Pepsi? She opted for the wine... her husband might get a little
suspicious if she came home with beer on her breath after delivering
cookies!

	When I came back from the kitchen with the glass of wine, she
had gotten a little more relaxed and was leaning back on the sofa,
eyes glued on the television where "the blond" was deep-throating a
huge cock.

	When I stuck the glass of wine in front of her face, the grin
reappeared with the blush. She didn't say anything, but took the glass
and sipped at the wine, while I sat in "my" chair half-way across the
room and grabbed my can of "Blue" then focused on "the blond" doing
her thing. I couldn't help but think of this stranger sitting less
than ten feet away watching this movie on my television with me... I
couldn't even remember her name! (It was Linda) Occasionally, as
scenes would change, I'd glance over to her to see how she was doing.
Our eyes would never meet, but I could sense her movements... her
hands would approach her pussy, or she'd seem to rub against her tit
with her upper arm, or something subtle like that...

	This went on for what seemed like a long time, but was
probably only ten or fifteen minutes. Then, her voice broke the ice in
the room when she asked for a refill. Startled, I jumped out of my
chair and seemed to grab the glass out of her hand and headed for the
kitchen.

	As I reached into the 'fridge for the wine bottle, I realized
that she followed right behind me... I asked her what she thought of
the movie so far. She replied that, in her opinion, this kind of movie
didn't really do much for her, that she watched them with her husband
because they seemed to do a LOT for him, and that she could take them
or leave them.

	I asked her if I should turn it off, and she emphatically said
"NO! Please, leave it on! I've been looking for an excuse to get to
know you better, and I'm glad your wife isn't home." She was now near
enough to me that I could almost feel her without touching. I didn't
know what to do next! How should I act? It had been YEARS since I'd
had an affair with another woman against my wife's knowledge... it
lasted almost two years before she found out... What with working a
lot of hours, and keeping up with the eight acres of lawn, and keeping
four cars maintained, the computers, etc., I hadn't given a lot of
thought to "other women" in a long time! Well, yes I had, but had not
taken any initiative to get to know anyone since we moved to this
remote location almost ten years ago. Besides, I was younger then...
what possibly could this near-stranger want with a seemingly-loyal
husband of her daughter's friend's mother?

	My head was swimming with a lot of doubts and questions when I
felt her hand on my zipper. I realized I hadn't yet poured the wine,
and nearly spilled it as my zipper was slowly being pulled down, but I
managed to fill the glass and push the cork back onto the bottle. Not
knowing whether or not she wanted it now, I picked it up and
sheepishly turned toward her. With her left hand on my zipper, her
right hand surrounded mine on the wine glass, and she slowly lifted it
to her lips, looking deeply into my eyes while she downed the whole
thing! Then our hands together set the glass on the counter and she
moved them to her breast, as she moved ever-so-close to me and reached
her lips toward mine.

	We kissed. Slowly, she removed both her hands and surrounded
my body with them, rubbing up and down my back. I reached my arms
under hers and pulled her tightly to me. We continued kissing, sucking
now on each others' lips, tongues fighting for space, breathing
heavily... as I realized my wife and I hadn't kissed like this since
we were first married...

	She broke the kiss and slowly moved down my chest and on down
to my belt, undid it, opened my jeans and lowered them. I wasn't
wearing any shorts (never do on weekends), and she seemed surprised at
that, letting out a little gasp!

	As her lips surrounded the head of my now-hard six-inches, I
looked at this lady, I think, for the first time. I'm 5'7" tall, and
when we kissed she was several inches shorter than me, so she must
have been about 5'2" or 5'3".

	As I looked down at her, she was looking up to my eyes,
watching the expression on my bewildered face. She had my cock deep
into her mouth, going back and forth, up and down its shaft, sucking,
licking, kissing its head, all the while her eyes looking into mine,
those beautiful big blue eyes seemed to smile. She was enjoying this
as much as I!

	Only in my wildest fantasies had anyone ever done this to me,
for me... and here it was happening for real! My wife would NEVER
consider doing anything like this! The only time we "had sex" was in
bed with the lights off, usually in the missionary position, or
sometimes, rarely, she'd get on top and ride me. But in the
kitchen?... in broad daylight?... giving me head?... in the middle of
the afternoon? NEVER!

	While my mind raced on, thinking of my wife, Linda lifted my
left leg to pull off my jeans, then the right, then reached up and
unbuttoned my shirt, all the while she never let my cock out of her
sucking mouth. Now, here I am stark naked standing in the middle of
the kitchen on Saturday afternoon with a practically-strange
neighbor-lady sucking my dick!

	Eventually, the sensations began to have an impact on my brain
and it occurred to me that I should return some of this great immense
pleasure to her, so I reached down and gently took her by her upper
arms and lifted her back to a standing position, where I firmly
planted my lips onto hers and resumed the wonderful kissing she had
aborted earlier. This time, however, I reached down and lifted her
sweat-shirt up toward her shoulders. I unfastened her bra clasp, broke
the kiss, lifted off the shirt, pulled the bra down her shoulders and
off her arms, kissing my way down her neck to her right breast,
finally stopping at the nipple. I gently bit it and heard her let out
a slight moan, so I kissed my way over to her left nipple and did the
same thing, with the same result.

	While sucking and nibbling at that nipple, I unfastened her
jeans, lowered her zipper as slowly as she had done mine, then
carefully eased the jeans over her round little ass and on down to the
floor where she immediately stepped out of them.

	Now clad only in her white bikini panties, shoes and socks, I
began a slow descent toward her blond mound, my hands working on the
nipples that my lips had just left stranded. I managed to get the top
of her panties with my teeth and eventually had them pulled down to
her thighs far enough to be able to bury my tongue in her moist slit.
Not only did this strange lady look beautiful, she tasted wonderful as
well! The last time I'd tried to eat my wife, she smelled like she
hadn't bathed in weeks, and it was not very stimulating! But this
woman had an aroma that said "sex"! I felt like a teenager with his
first piece of pussy! My tongue worked her clit, each hand was
squeezing a boob or pinching a nipple, and my ears heard an approving
moan that was asking for more and more! I felt Linda's hands push on
the back of my head while her hips ground toward my face, when she let
out a scream of pleasure that told me I'd done my job! She was
trembling and breathing so heavily, I wondered why my wife and I had
never tried such an adventure.

	When her spasms subsided a bit, I removed my tongue from her
clit and lowered my hands to her hips, and raised up to face her
again. She kissed me hard, her tongue probing my mouth almost like
that of a snake. Her eyes were closed and she had me in a bear hug so
tight that her nipples almost dug into my chest, and my upright cock
was planted firmly against her abdomen... I was almost fucking her
naval! She then released me from the hug and backed away about two
inches, opened her dreamy eyes and, backing up, pulled me back toward
the family room where another porno movie was now showing, her smiling
eyes never leaving mine.

	We got to the sofa, where she again sat on the edge of the
cushion, pulling me down toward her. Again we kissed. I was kneeling
in front of her, between her and the television, lips locked, her arms
tightly around my neck.

	Then she pushed me backward and sat precisely on the tip of my
still erect member, she still wet from her earlier orgasm and my
tongue. But she didn't allow me to penetrate her pussy beyond the
head. Her hands now pushed against my shoulders as I leaned back,
eventually to lay on the floor with her towering over me, her tits
sort of dangling in front of my face, my cockhead just barely between
her cuntlips. Again, I looked into her eyes, wondering what she had in
mind. This woman had the sexiest eyes I'd ever seen! And those sexy
eyes were looking deeply into my own!

	I heard a woman on the tube yell out an orgasmic scream just
as Linda's pussy engulfed my own rod. She just kind-of sat there for a
few minutes, almost milking my cock with her pussy-muscles. It felt
tremendous! She then slowly moved up and down the shaft, still
squeezing and releasing with her cunt, especially as she got to the
head of my dick. We had been going at this for almost an hour and I
hadn't even thought about cumming until I felt those cuntlips milking
my cock, but I managed to hold off when she eased back down it until
it was buried all the way in. Her eyes were now closed, her head back,
her lips forming the biggest smile I'd seen on a woman's face. She was
truly remarkable... pretty, a beautiful woman, the smoothest skin I'd
touched since I'd first touched my wife when we were barely twenty,
and this woman had to be at least our age of forty! How did she keep
so slim and trim?

	As she rocked slowly up and down, side to side, gyrating her
pelvis, our pubic hairs meshing together, I could feel my cock
throbbing against the inner walls of her being. I wanted to stay in
this position forever. She was so HOT inside! Her boobs, probably
about 34-C's, swayed with her bodily movements. I thought about how
much I'd like to tit-fuck those beauties! But instead, I buried my
nose between them, kissing her chest between them, holding myself up
with my elbows as she leaned toward my face, her hips continuing the
rhythm against my groin. We were a perfect "fit"!

	Then she started bucking and trembling and almost pouncing up
and down on my shaft. I tried to counter her thrusts with my own, and
the sounds of the slapping of her wet cunt against my groin were
overwhelming! I couldn't hold back, nor did I want to try! I could
feel my balls about to burst, and pulled out of her pussy so I could
cum! She yelled "WHAT the FUCK do you think you're DOING? PUT THAT
BACK WHERE IT BELONGS!" She then reached down and grabbed it and,
lining up her hips, sat back down onto it just as I exploded! At the
same time, she screamed and fell onto me!

	We just lay there for a few minutes, letting our breathing
gradually return to normal.

	Then, I reached across the floor and grabbed the afghan that I
was going to curl up with, and pulled it over her nakedness. She
raised her head above mine, looked once again into my eyes, smiled the
biggest smile again, then collapsed once again against my chest as I
wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes, not wanting this moment
to ever pass.

	Unfortunately, it had to. After what seemed like an eternity,
but was probably about fifteen minutes, she slowly pushed herself up
and off, my still-hard cock slapped against my abdomen when it was
released from her hot cunt. With the afghan draped over her body, she
turned and moved down once again to my dick and licked her juices from
it, then put it, in its proud entirety, all the way into her mouth.
Not sucking now, just sort-of slurping with her lips, wrapping her
tongue around it as she moved up and down it.

	Then she stood straight up! So I got to my feet and tried to
reach her to hug her once more. She backed away, her eyes on my dick,
her hands at her side, a look of wonder on her face, she said "How do
you keep it so hard for so long? My husband's goes limp the instant he
shoots his load?"

	I stammered, "Well, I don't know, actually, that usually
happens to me, too... I don't know... um, ah... "

	Then she raised her eyes to mine once again, smiled, and
practically jumped into my arms as though we were long-lost lovers
meeting at a train station after World War II or something. She was SO
hug-able! And that's precisely what we did, hug each other for a long,
long time, her head against my shoulder, arms wrapped around my neck,
my arms wrapped around her slim body, my right hand cupping her ass-
cheek, giving it an occasional squeeze.

	Then she said, without moving, that she'd never planned this,
that it just "happened" and that I should not think any less of her
because of it. I thought to myself, how could I think less of her
because of such a beautiful experience? And what came out of my mouth
was "Oh, darlin'... oh, my oh my... " and that was all!

	She broke the embrace, pushed herself away and RAN to the
kitchen to retrieve her clothing. I just stood there! My cock was
still standing at attention when she came back a few minutes later
fully dressed. She was staring at my Jolly Roger when she handed me my
jeans, then kind-of giggled a cute little giggle.

	"That'll be twenty bucks," she said, nonchalantly, still
smiling.

	"Huh?" I responded, somewhat startled.

	"For the cookies!" she replied, with another chuckle.

	So, I reached in my jeans for my wallet, pulled out a twenty
and handed it to her.

	She looked back down at my erect penis and said, "What are you
going to do with THAT?"

	I answered, "I don't know, but I'm sure it'll be gone before
my wife gets home!" She then reached down and wrapped her left hand
around it, and said, "Where'd you hang my coat?"

	I glanced toward the closet, where she led me by the dick, not
letting go until after she'd gotten her coat off the hanger and was
ready to put her left arm into the sleeve. She then looked once more
into my eyes and said, "Thank you, it's been the most wonderful
Saturday afternoon I've ever had." She then turned her back to me and
walked out the door. I just stood there and watched as the door closed
behind her.